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" "Never fear, Sir," replied Marvel. ’ ‘You are perfectly correct,’ agreed Gerald at once. Bought the freedom of a sing-song girl; and all the while you knew you'd have to tote the girl back. Farewell. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob.
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